Chapter 121 Stuck with Such a Mother

Chapter 121 Dealing with a Mother Like This

"Dajun! You… you’re disrespecting your family! My late husband passed away so young, leaving me as a widow and my child all alone. How pitiful, how pitiful…" Chen Shufen simply collapsed onto the ground, making a scene.

But hardly anyone there felt sorry for her.

Everyone in the village knew what Chen Shufen was like to some extent.

If anyone was pitiable, it was probably Fu Dajun, wasn’t it?

Look at him now—worn out from her drama.

In the past, Chen Shufen had always used this drama routine to soften Fu Dajun’s heart.

But this time, no matter how much she cried, Fu Dajun turned and walked away without even glancing back.

"Dajun, Dajun…"

Now, Chen Shufen was truly desperate, jumping up to chase after Fu Dajun.

Fu Dajun *had* to help her! With only one male heir in her family, what would happen to her son and grandchildren if Fu Dajun abandoned them?

Truth be told, Chen Shufen was stuck in the past. After so many years of reform and opening up, with the country stable, who still believed that having more male heirs meant pushing people around?

Nowadays, with the government coming down hard, everyone feared breaking the law.

Yet, her obsession with male heirs remained. She was convinced that Fu Dacai had been cold to her because she hadn’t borne enough sons.

Little did she know—when love is absent, nothing can make someone care.

In his youth, Fu Dacai had met a woman who captivated him, but their story ended without fruition.

Chen Shufen was the polar opposite of that woman, leaving Fu Dacai deeply disappointed.

Every time he saw his wife’s nagging and tantrums, any thought of having a proper conversation with her vanished.

They were like talking to a brick wall—utterly incompatible.

Chen Shufen never reflected on her own faults. Stuck in old-fashioned ideas, her mind simply couldn’t grasp such complexities.

As she tried to rush toward Fu Dajun, someone stopped her. Looking up, she saw her son, Fu Wu, staring at her with an exhausted look.

"Son—Your uncle doesn’t want to take care of our family anymore."

The moment she saw her son, Chen Shufen broke down completely, crying and wailing again.

"Mom, cut it out. Come home with me," Fu Wu said bitterly.

"I won’t go back! I need to talk to your uncle—ask him if he has any conscience, cutting ties with us like this!"

Even now, Chen Shufen refused to acknowledge her mistakes.

"Mom, I’m begging you—save some face for your son! Our family isn’t doing badly. Why must you always try to mooch off Uncle’s family?"

Fu Wu was at his wit’s end. His mother would never shake off her habit of leaning on others, especially his uncle’s family.

"I did all this for you! You’re no better!" Chen Shufen yelled at Fu Wu.

The bystanders turned their pitying looks toward Fu Wu.

Under their stares, Fu Wu felt completely drained.

Since childhood, he had always envied his second uncle’s sons.

Though his mother doted on him endlessly, and his sisters served him hand and foot—all the nutritious and delicious food went to him—he still envied his second uncle’s family.

He adored his sisters, but his mother constantly berated them as "worthless mouths to feed."

He loved playing with his cousins from his second uncle’s family, but Chen Shufen forbade it, saying he was born to live easy while his cousins were meant for backbreaking work.

As a child, he wasn’t allowed to work, meant to learn skills instead—but he simply couldn’t manage.

After his father passed away, he had to take over the farm work, and starting from scratch was grueling.

His mother was always mooching off neighbors, and the village buzzed with gossip about her, but she turned a deaf ear.

At one point, no one would dare give their daughter to him—no one dared marry into such a family.

After all, her son-preference was infamous.

In contrast, his second uncle’s family was tight-knit, and the wives his cousins married were all outstanding.

The one bright spot in his life was ignoring his mother’s protests and marrying his current wife.

But because she bore several daughters in a row, his mother never let her forget it.

Night after night, he’d stare at the sky, wondering why he had to have such a mother.

Yet, she was still his mother—the one who would go hungry herself just to feed him as a child. He couldn’t abandon her.

Everyone else could blame or resent her, but he couldn’t.

He’d gotten the lion’s share—who was he to complain?

"Mom, let’s go home. Trust me, I’ll turn this family around. Listen to me—stop bothering Second Uncle’s family. If you keep this up, you’ll burn that bridge, and someday he might refuse to help us at all."

Chen Shufen completely ignored the first half of his words.

But the last part sank in.

Yes, she couldn’t afford to annoy Fu Dajun any further—what if he really stopped helping them in the future?

"Dajun, I’m off now. I’ll drop by again soon," she said.

At that, the Fus all silently prayed, *Please don’t come back.*

Once Fu Wu dragged Chen Shufen off, the villagers dispersed.

But they didn’t stop discussing the Fu family and Chen Shufen—they just huddled elsewhere to keep gossiping.

"I’ve been dying to say this about Chen Shufen—leeching off the Fus with that attitude. Wu Yanhua’s a saint for putting up with her. Me? I wouldn’t tolerate it for a second."

"What’s anyone supposed to do? What can you do? Fu Dajun’s a filial son."

"Ugh, all that ‘filial son’ praise, and his family pays the price."

"Darn right! If my man pulled that crap, I’d walk out!"

"You’d actually get divorced? Seriously, at our age, who would want us if we got divorced?"

"What if I just live by myself?"

"You’ve got no land or anything—how would you manage?"

It was true—women nowadays had no inheritance rights to land. Even among children, the land was left to sons, while daughters got nothing.

The women were all fired up, clearly showing how much they loved gossip.

Meanwhile, in the Fu family, seeing that Fu Dajun had finally come to his senses, the Fu family finally relaxed.

"Next time your aunt shows up begging for handouts, don’t give her anything," Fu Dajun instructed the Fu family.

Though no one said anything, their faces said it all—they were thrilled.

Fu Dajun had also realized he couldn’t keep helping his sister-in-law for much longer—he’d help out while he still could.

But Chen Shufen had gone too damn far...

His bottom line was Fu Tinghua.

This son was the brightest star in the Fu family.

He shouldn’t be dragged down by these good-for-nothing relatives.

As a father, Fu Dajun couldn’t do much to help his son, but he sure as hell wouldn’t weigh him down.

Su He had also figured out that Fu Tinghua was her in-laws’ golden child, which was why she went after him.

Chen Shufen was probably racking her brain trying to figure out why Fu Dajun had suddenly stopped indulging her.